Part Seven
by Brian Masters
If you're not Brian Masters, then you didn't write this story. So, don't steal it and try to sell it on Amazon as your own. Like some twat did to one of my other stories.
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It’s been a couple weeks since the happy couple’s return and things for me are much different around here. My wife, my beautiful wife, is so enamored with Jake and his muscular body and brilliant mind that she has made an important decision. She wants to mark me and give me to him as a present.
So, we are sitting here in a tattoo parlor ready to place Jake’s mark on me. My wife is smiling and seems very happy with her decision. She keeps telling me how wonderful it’ll be to make Jake happy. It seems that on their trip he told her he wasn’t happy with the current situation. He wants Jane to divorce me and marry him. Jane came up with the compromise of making me a gift to Jake as his personal slave. Not sure what she considered me before that since I was living the life of a slave anyway, but I’m afraid to find out the answer.
When my turn came up, a huge, older, black man called me to the chair. My wife closed the curtain behind us and began telling the man what she wanted.
“First” my wife said, “Strip off all your clothes Fluffy, including your pretty panties.”
The big man snickered as I complied. He shook his head and mumbled, “Fucking white boys” as I undressed.
The man, who’s name was Marco, laughed heartily at my naked body and especially hard at my tiny, chastity locked, white penis. He grabbed my cage and twisted it back and forth before pulling it very far from my body. I whimpered in pain and humiliation as the man tugged my tiny clit sized penis around.
“Damn, you really got this useless thing locked up don’t you lady?” He said to my wife.
“Please, call me Jane. And you can call my faggy husband Fluffy. He’s more of a servant these days and I’m gifting him to my boyfriend. I want him marked to show his permanent status in our home.”
“You got it Jane, just tell me what you need. And you bitch, Fluffy, Faggot, whatever your name is, sit the fuck down!”
I sat on the cold leather chair immediately in fear of pissing this giant off. Marco was well over six foot six in height. Bald by choice with a well-groomed mustache and goatee. His skin was so black it almost glowed a bluish hue in places the lights struck him. He was cut from marble with arms like a linebacker, a barrel sized chest, and abs that defied logic. I was awestruck by his sheer size and the way he carried himself with such confidence.
As I watched from the chair, my wife pointed to different parts of my body. “First, I want his nipples colored in bright pink, just because I think it’ll be funny. I want his name, Fluffy, tattooed in brightly colored, elegantly scripted, flowing letters as a tramp stamp. On his left butt cheek, I want what looks like one of those loading/unloading signs at the airport, and I want it to say, “Insert Black Cock Here” with an arrow pointing to his sissy butthole.”
The giant black man was chuckling as he wrote down the directions while my wife continued.
“On the other cheek I want a large Jack of Spades playing card with the Jack on the card being a muscular, black man of course. Now, on his right titty I want it to say “Sissy” in pink, flowery script. And on the left titty should be the word “Cumdump” in the same print. Just above his pathetic little dicky, please put “Abuse Freely” with an arrow pointing down. Both arms are to have the same thing, “Property of Jake Marsh” and I want it in bold, black print with a pair of handcuffs below them. Can all of that be done in one day?”
Marco said, “Well, technically it can but it’ll take hours and he’ll be hurtin pretty good before it’s over. Also I won’t be able to finish the whole thing so our piercer will finish. Don’t worry I taught her everything she knows, and she is excellent. She’ll be in to relieve me in about four hours.”
Jane said, “Oh that’s perfect, I’ll just leave him here all day then and you can text me when it’s time to pick him up. As far as piercings go, by the way, I want his ears done with as many holes as she can fit. Fill them all with cheap, costume jewelry and make sure there are some huge hoops in there. Put a ring trough its nose, but not too big that it covers its mouth. Do a stud in its tongue and big gold hoops through each nipple. Oh, and I want a Prince Albert in his tiny peepee that we can lock to his cage. Is that also possible today?”
“Sure, piercings don’t take long at all. This boy sure is a freak if he wants all that done.” The amused black man said.
Jane laughed, “Oh I never even asked him what he wanted. His opinion doesn’t matter at all.”
Marco laughed and said, “I like you, Jane. You really know how to teach a white boy his place in the world.”
Jane said, “Well you’ll like this even more. I want you to draw out an erect, black, cock with huge balls. Make it look natural, but it has to be small, no more than two inches in length. I want them to start on his left shoulder with plenty of room to keep adding more and more of them. I want to keep score like fighter pilots so on the side of their planes. I want a new one for every Black Cock he takes in one of his holes. Start with four of them for the men he’s already been used by, and if you or anyone else wants to make use of him in any way today, make sure to keep score of them too.”
Marco laughed evilly and said, “Damn woman, I’m glad you’re on our side. I’m sure there will be more than four of those dicks on his back when you come get him later. In fact, I’m positive there will.”
Jane thanked the man and left for a day of shopping and relaxing at the spa while I sat shivering and terrified in the tattoo parlor. Marco looked at me like he wanted to beat the hell out of me but instead he began drawing templates for my new artwork. I’d been so afraid of pissing off Jane that I hadn’t said a word while she was here but now, I felt compelled to say something.
“Please Sir, will this hurt very much?”
“Of course, it will you idiot, its needles puncturing your body thousands of times. It’s gonna hurt. Plus, she paid a little extra to make sure it does.”
I moaned, “Oh god” which made the black man laugh again. I won’t bore you with the details of my decorations being applied except to say, it did hurt, it hurt quite a bit. I was crying like crazy only an hour in, and according to Marco I still had four plus hours to go. Marco made sure anyone who came into the shop came back to the room here to watch the crying sissy, white boy, become a painted freak. There was never another white person in the place as it was in a predominantly Black neighborhood. I was made to suck off three strangers, one for each cigarette break Marco took in that first few hours, which Marco kept track of with hashmarks on a sheet of paper, so he’d know how many cocks to ink on my back.
After a while a striking black woman came into the shop and Marco said to her, “Hey Deb, glad you’re here, my fingers are cramping. You wanna finish this white sissy for me?”
The woman, Deb, said, “Sure boss, I’ll do it. You got it all mapped out on paper?”
“Sure do, just follow the design, won’t be hard. His wife was very specific about what she wanted.”
“Oh I see. Ok, looks like you got everything done but his nipples and those black dick for his back. No problem at all. Then I’ll knock out the piercings and he should be finished in another hour, hour and a half.” Deb said.
As Deb sat down and began prepping my nipples for their ink, Marco stood near the top of my chair with his crotch just inches from my face. He maneuvered the headrest on the chair till it tilted back at an angle, leaving my head hanging upside down.
He said, “You mind if I get my dick wet while you work, Dee?” The woman laughed and said, “After all your hard work today, you deserve it. Choke this sissy bitch.”
Marco took out his semi erect penis and a wave of man stink hit me like a slap to the face. He began rubbing the silky head of his cock across my lips, painting them with precum. I had to keep licking it clean for fear of the salty lubricant running up my nose.
The taste was heady and intoxicating. I felt lightheaded from more than the blood rushing to my down turned head. Marco moved closer to me and planted his enormous balls over my lips. With my nose now pressed into his asshole, I was breathing the fetid air of that most private place. I began laving his balls with my flat tongue, washing away the day’s sweat and grime as my nose tickled his asshole. Marco moaned and squatted down, trapping my nose between his cheeks and rubbing his hole against my nose as a way of pleasuring himself further.
Soon the mighty tool was between my lips, and I struggled to accept its length and girth. Now hard, the massive cock was at least ten inches in length, as wide as my wrist, and weighed at least a full pound. Think of a sixteen-ounce beer can and you’ll get the idea.
Marco punished my mouth and throat for nearly an hour as Deb worked on coloring my nipples just right. Then she said, “Flip this faggot for me Marco.”
Without removing his cock from my mouth, Marco rolled me over onto my stomach and chest causing me to cry out in pain around his dick. He loved the feeling of my lips vibrating when I moaned in pain.
I felt Deb inking the black cocks on my back, knowing when she started and stopped each one. The pain was a welcome distraction from the pummeling my mouth was taking from Marco’s black cudgel. I almost lost track of the Black Cock Markers on my back as Marco gripped both of my ears and pulled my face balls deep on his dick. I didn’t even have time to choke as thick, salty, ropes of hot cum filled my throat and slid down to my stomach. It felt like drinking a thick milkshake and filled my belly equally well.
Were there 7, 8, or 9 heavy shots of cum? I have no idea. Hell, it may have been 10. All I know for certain is that my lips hurt, my jaw was sore, my tongue was tired, and my belly was full of heavy cum. Marco pulled out of my throat and it seemed to take forever for the entire length to finally pop out of my mouth.
The black artist wiped his slimy cock clean in my hair and said, “Ok Deb, I’m outta here. Tell this bitch’s wife she can bring him back any time for more work.”
“Will do boss, just one more cock on his back and I’ll start the piercings.”
I must have lost count because there should be a total of 8 cocks tattooed onto my back. Jake, Daddy, John, Tye, Marco, and the three strangers from earlier today. Yet Deb was talking about a 9th small marker.
She finished the last one and I was hoping to look in a mirror to count them all. I honestly thought she miscounted.
No, I’m just that stupid. She hadn’t miscounted at all. She’d inked in the 8 I knew about and surprised me with the 9th.
My head was still draped over the back of the headrest and I was feeling quite lightheaded when I saw Deb walk around so her crotch was inches from my face. Her dainty hands with their immaculately sculpted nails reached down and lifted her skirt up around her waist. She then pulled down her panties to reveal a very large black dick with low hanging golf ball sized balls.
She laughed at the shocked look on my red, blood-filled face, and said “Oh white boy didn’t you know? Even girls like me are higher up the food chain than worthless, sissy, cuckolded, white boys. Now you be a good little fag and make mommy feel good, and maybe I’ll use a numbing agent before I pierce your titties and clitty.”
And so, I sucked my fifth cock that day with Deb’s balls slapping in my eyes along with every thrust of her hard cock into my wet mouth.
All I could see were the twin globes of her ass and I was enthralled with how sexy they were.
Deb was gorgeous.
And I was sucking her dick.
After she shot her load down my throat and cleaned her cock in my hair, Deb did all my piercings. True to her word, she used a numbing agent, so the initial pain wasn’t so bad. Then she called Jane to come pick me up.
I was dreading the great reveal to my wife and her lover of my new, freakish, sissy artwork.
End Part Seven
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by Brian Masters
If you're not Brian Masters, then you didn't write this story. So, don't steal it and try to sell it on Amazon as your own. Like some twat did to one of my other stories.
Otherwise, enjoy!
It’s been a couple weeks since the happy couple’s return and things for me are much different around here. My wife, my beautiful wife, is so enamored with Jake and his muscular body and brilliant mind that she has made an important decision. She wants to mark me and give me to him as a present.
So, we are sitting here in a tattoo parlor ready to place Jake’s mark on me. My wife is smiling and seems very happy with her decision. She keeps telling me how wonderful it’ll be to make Jake happy. It seems that on their trip he told her he wasn’t happy with the current situation. He wants Jane to divorce me and marry him. Jane came up with the compromise of making me a gift to Jake as his personal slave. Not sure what she considered me before that since I was living the life of a slave anyway, but I’m afraid to find out the answer.
When my turn came up, a huge, older, black man called me to the chair. My wife closed the curtain behind us and began telling the man what she wanted.
“First” my wife said, “Strip off all your clothes Fluffy, including your pretty panties.”
The big man snickered as I complied. He shook his head and mumbled, “Fucking white boys” as I undressed.
The man, who’s name was Marco, laughed heartily at my naked body and especially hard at my tiny, chastity locked, white penis. He grabbed my cage and twisted it back and forth before pulling it very far from my body. I whimpered in pain and humiliation as the man tugged my tiny clit sized penis around.
“Damn, you really got this useless thing locked up don’t you lady?” He said to my wife.
“Please, call me Jane. And you can call my faggy husband Fluffy. He’s more of a servant these days and I’m gifting him to my boyfriend. I want him marked to show his permanent status in our home.”
“You got it Jane, just tell me what you need. And you bitch, Fluffy, Faggot, whatever your name is, sit the fuck down!”
I sat on the cold leather chair immediately in fear of pissing this giant off. Marco was well over six foot six in height. Bald by choice with a well-groomed mustache and goatee. His skin was so black it almost glowed a bluish hue in places the lights struck him. He was cut from marble with arms like a linebacker, a barrel sized chest, and abs that defied logic. I was awestruck by his sheer size and the way he carried himself with such confidence.
As I watched from the chair, my wife pointed to different parts of my body. “First, I want his nipples colored in bright pink, just because I think it’ll be funny. I want his name, Fluffy, tattooed in brightly colored, elegantly scripted, flowing letters as a tramp stamp. On his left butt cheek, I want what looks like one of those loading/unloading signs at the airport, and I want it to say, “Insert Black Cock Here” with an arrow pointing to his sissy butthole.”
The giant black man was chuckling as he wrote down the directions while my wife continued.
“On the other cheek I want a large Jack of Spades playing card with the Jack on the card being a muscular, black man of course. Now, on his right titty I want it to say “Sissy” in pink, flowery script. And on the left titty should be the word “Cumdump” in the same print. Just above his pathetic little dicky, please put “Abuse Freely” with an arrow pointing down. Both arms are to have the same thing, “Property of Jake Marsh” and I want it in bold, black print with a pair of handcuffs below them. Can all of that be done in one day?”
Marco said, “Well, technically it can but it’ll take hours and he’ll be hurtin pretty good before it’s over. Also I won’t be able to finish the whole thing so our piercer will finish. Don’t worry I taught her everything she knows, and she is excellent. She’ll be in to relieve me in about four hours.”
Jane said, “Oh that’s perfect, I’ll just leave him here all day then and you can text me when it’s time to pick him up. As far as piercings go, by the way, I want his ears done with as many holes as she can fit. Fill them all with cheap, costume jewelry and make sure there are some huge hoops in there. Put a ring trough its nose, but not too big that it covers its mouth. Do a stud in its tongue and big gold hoops through each nipple. Oh, and I want a Prince Albert in his tiny peepee that we can lock to his cage. Is that also possible today?”
“Sure, piercings don’t take long at all. This boy sure is a freak if he wants all that done.” The amused black man said.
Jane laughed, “Oh I never even asked him what he wanted. His opinion doesn’t matter at all.”
Marco laughed and said, “I like you, Jane. You really know how to teach a white boy his place in the world.”
Jane said, “Well you’ll like this even more. I want you to draw out an erect, black, cock with huge balls. Make it look natural, but it has to be small, no more than two inches in length. I want them to start on his left shoulder with plenty of room to keep adding more and more of them. I want to keep score like fighter pilots so on the side of their planes. I want a new one for every Black Cock he takes in one of his holes. Start with four of them for the men he’s already been used by, and if you or anyone else wants to make use of him in any way today, make sure to keep score of them too.”
Marco laughed evilly and said, “Damn woman, I’m glad you’re on our side. I’m sure there will be more than four of those dicks on his back when you come get him later. In fact, I’m positive there will.”
Jane thanked the man and left for a day of shopping and relaxing at the spa while I sat shivering and terrified in the tattoo parlor. Marco looked at me like he wanted to beat the hell out of me but instead he began drawing templates for my new artwork. I’d been so afraid of pissing off Jane that I hadn’t said a word while she was here but now, I felt compelled to say something.
“Please Sir, will this hurt very much?”
“Of course, it will you idiot, its needles puncturing your body thousands of times. It’s gonna hurt. Plus, she paid a little extra to make sure it does.”
I moaned, “Oh god” which made the black man laugh again. I won’t bore you with the details of my decorations being applied except to say, it did hurt, it hurt quite a bit. I was crying like crazy only an hour in, and according to Marco I still had four plus hours to go. Marco made sure anyone who came into the shop came back to the room here to watch the crying sissy, white boy, become a painted freak. There was never another white person in the place as it was in a predominantly Black neighborhood. I was made to suck off three strangers, one for each cigarette break Marco took in that first few hours, which Marco kept track of with hashmarks on a sheet of paper, so he’d know how many cocks to ink on my back.
After a while a striking black woman came into the shop and Marco said to her, “Hey Deb, glad you’re here, my fingers are cramping. You wanna finish this white sissy for me?”
The woman, Deb, said, “Sure boss, I’ll do it. You got it all mapped out on paper?”
“Sure do, just follow the design, won’t be hard. His wife was very specific about what she wanted.”
“Oh I see. Ok, looks like you got everything done but his nipples and those black dick for his back. No problem at all. Then I’ll knock out the piercings and he should be finished in another hour, hour and a half.” Deb said.
As Deb sat down and began prepping my nipples for their ink, Marco stood near the top of my chair with his crotch just inches from my face. He maneuvered the headrest on the chair till it tilted back at an angle, leaving my head hanging upside down.
He said, “You mind if I get my dick wet while you work, Dee?” The woman laughed and said, “After all your hard work today, you deserve it. Choke this sissy bitch.”
Marco took out his semi erect penis and a wave of man stink hit me like a slap to the face. He began rubbing the silky head of his cock across my lips, painting them with precum. I had to keep licking it clean for fear of the salty lubricant running up my nose.
The taste was heady and intoxicating. I felt lightheaded from more than the blood rushing to my down turned head. Marco moved closer to me and planted his enormous balls over my lips. With my nose now pressed into his asshole, I was breathing the fetid air of that most private place. I began laving his balls with my flat tongue, washing away the day’s sweat and grime as my nose tickled his asshole. Marco moaned and squatted down, trapping my nose between his cheeks and rubbing his hole against my nose as a way of pleasuring himself further.
Soon the mighty tool was between my lips, and I struggled to accept its length and girth. Now hard, the massive cock was at least ten inches in length, as wide as my wrist, and weighed at least a full pound. Think of a sixteen-ounce beer can and you’ll get the idea.
Marco punished my mouth and throat for nearly an hour as Deb worked on coloring my nipples just right. Then she said, “Flip this faggot for me Marco.”
Without removing his cock from my mouth, Marco rolled me over onto my stomach and chest causing me to cry out in pain around his dick. He loved the feeling of my lips vibrating when I moaned in pain.
I felt Deb inking the black cocks on my back, knowing when she started and stopped each one. The pain was a welcome distraction from the pummeling my mouth was taking from Marco’s black cudgel. I almost lost track of the Black Cock Markers on my back as Marco gripped both of my ears and pulled my face balls deep on his dick. I didn’t even have time to choke as thick, salty, ropes of hot cum filled my throat and slid down to my stomach. It felt like drinking a thick milkshake and filled my belly equally well.
Were there 7, 8, or 9 heavy shots of cum? I have no idea. Hell, it may have been 10. All I know for certain is that my lips hurt, my jaw was sore, my tongue was tired, and my belly was full of heavy cum. Marco pulled out of my throat and it seemed to take forever for the entire length to finally pop out of my mouth.
The black artist wiped his slimy cock clean in my hair and said, “Ok Deb, I’m outta here. Tell this bitch’s wife she can bring him back any time for more work.”
“Will do boss, just one more cock on his back and I’ll start the piercings.”
I must have lost count because there should be a total of 8 cocks tattooed onto my back. Jake, Daddy, John, Tye, Marco, and the three strangers from earlier today. Yet Deb was talking about a 9th small marker.
She finished the last one and I was hoping to look in a mirror to count them all. I honestly thought she miscounted.
No, I’m just that stupid. She hadn’t miscounted at all. She’d inked in the 8 I knew about and surprised me with the 9th.
My head was still draped over the back of the headrest and I was feeling quite lightheaded when I saw Deb walk around so her crotch was inches from my face. Her dainty hands with their immaculately sculpted nails reached down and lifted her skirt up around her waist. She then pulled down her panties to reveal a very large black dick with low hanging golf ball sized balls.
She laughed at the shocked look on my red, blood-filled face, and said “Oh white boy didn’t you know? Even girls like me are higher up the food chain than worthless, sissy, cuckolded, white boys. Now you be a good little fag and make mommy feel good, and maybe I’ll use a numbing agent before I pierce your titties and clitty.”
And so, I sucked my fifth cock that day with Deb’s balls slapping in my eyes along with every thrust of her hard cock into my wet mouth.
All I could see were the twin globes of her ass and I was enthralled with how sexy they were.
Deb was gorgeous.
And I was sucking her dick.
After she shot her load down my throat and cleaned her cock in my hair, Deb did all my piercings. True to her word, she used a numbing agent, so the initial pain wasn’t so bad. Then she called Jane to come pick me up.
I was dreading the great reveal to my wife and her lover of my new, freakish, sissy artwork.
End Part Seven
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